For your share in retarding his capture your life, sir, shall pay forfeit.

You shall hang at daybreak together with that other malignant who assisted Charles at the Saint Martin's Gate." "I shall at least hang in good company," said Crispin pleasantly, "and for that, sir, I give you thanks." "You will pass the night with that other fool," Cromwell continued, without heeding the interruption, "and I pray that you may spend it in such meditation as shall fit you for your end.

Take him away." "But, my lord," exclaimed Pride, advancing.
"What now ?" Crispin caught not his answer, but his half-whispered words were earnest and pleading.

Cromwell shook his head.
"I cannot sanction it.

Let it satisfy you that he dies.